✨ Oneshots ✨

Mama's Little Girl - Linda McCartney

This is for Linda McCartney's birthday. The Lovely Linda. ❤️
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1973

Linda McCartney was making a cup of tea, humming softly to herself.

The sun was shining through the windows, radiating a gentleness that was perfect for the morning.

"Mama! Mama!" Came the cries of a baby from nearby.

Linda took a deep breath and walked over to where the sound was.

"Mama!" Stella, two years old, squealed as her mother went over to her.

"Hi, baby. What's the matter, hmm?"

Stella reached her arms out. "Up!"

Linda lifted Stella up from her crib, and the toddler hugged her instantly, satisfied.

"Let's go into the kitchen. Do you want some food?"

"Yeah!"

"Are your sisters awake? Is Daddy awake?"

Stella shook her head, and as they walked, she pointed out the window.

"What do you see? Is there something there?" Linda asked gently, directing her gaze to where she was pointing.

"Birdie!"

"Oh, there is a cute little bird. What colour is it?"

Stella pointed again, "it red!"

"It is red. Do you like seeing the birds?" Linda spoke softly, and the girl in her arms nodded happily.

The tea had some time to steep by now, and Linda set Stella in a highchair and she took a sip of the warm drink.

Stella reached her hands to the mug, and Linda instead filled a small cup of water and gave that to the baby, who took it and drank it.

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Linda sighed, leaning against the counter, and soon she heard little footsteps stomping eagerly into the kitchen.

Four-year-old Mary wrapped her arms around Linda's legs, smiling.

"Happy birthday, Mummy!"

"Thank you, Mary. Do you want some food?" She knew the answer.

"Yes, please! Wait! Stay there." Mary ran off, and Linda was a bit surprised by that.

"Maaaaary!" Stella called out for her sister, noticing how she just ran off.

Three minutes later, Mary returned, and with her, holding her hand - more like being dragged by the hand - was Paul.

"Daddy!" Stella cheered, turning her attention to him.

"Daddy can make breakfast," Mary declared, "So you don't have to!"

Paul yawned, like he'd just been woken up. "Yeah, I could make something. You deserve it, my love."

"That would be wonderful," Linda gave him a quick kiss.

"Me too! Kiss!" Stella demanded, feeling left out.

Paul leaned down to kiss Stella, and she was happy with that.

Linda sat down in the living room, with her now room-temperature drink, and picked up a book.

Paul started to cook, making eggs and toast, along with some veggie sausages.

Heather came into the living room, not wearing pajamas, but a t-shirt and jeans. She smiled at her mother.

"Happy birthday, Mum."